About AylaJ

Biography

Does it really matter what I put?

I don’t think there is a string of words that can be put together to describe me. Honestly, I don’t want there to be. I mean really, how boring would that be? I’m a lot of things, very few people get to know that person, and even fewer will ever get it all, if any.

I like to write, and if I’m any good at it, well, that's up to you, the reader, to decide.

It’s my fault really. I decided to show her the secret stories I write. ‘Why did I do that?’ It was that giggle and the way she said, “I like dirty things.” I didn’t even hesitate, I just sent her the link. Now, here I sit here an hour later staring at her text. “Omg, I just read a few of your stories.” “Oh? Did you like them? Haha, you think I could be a real writer one day?” I...

She walks through the door with attitude written all over her face. ‘Fuck,’ I think, letting out an unimpressed sigh and go back to drinking and watching the game. I’m tipsy, I had a bad day and don’t need her shit tonight. That seems to be all I ever get from her anymore. I look over and she stumbles, trying to kick off her heels. “I was working late,“ she says, rolling her eyes. I barely...

I want to memorize your scent, Like the moment before it rains. I want to memorize every sound you make, So when I hear that rhythm play, my body aches. I want to memorize your taste, Like fresh strawberries on my lips. I want to memorize the way you look, So every time I close my eyes, I see perfection. I want to memorize your touch, Like sheets draped over my bare skin. I...

I lay here awake, watching you sleep and I’m unable to get last night out of my head. The sun shines in through the slight bend of the curtains and flows along your body. Your shirt is pulled up from sleeping; exposing the bottom of your breasts and a nipple is peeking out as you lay on your back with an arm above your head. Watching your breathing start to change, I roll to my side...

“Abby!” “What?” “Do I really have to do this?” “You picked dare, baby.” This all started as an innocent game of truth or dare, but as I catch a glance of the mischievous look on her face, I realize I should have known better. Now here I am, taking another shot, getting ready to go out. I stand here, jeans just below my ass, shirt on ready to go and the new toy in my hand. It’s a feeldoe...

I feel like crap. My cold is settling in and after a long frustrating day all I want to do is take a hot shower, eat and hopefully fall asleep watching a movie. I want to think about as little as possible; nothing would be better. First a shower, I need to feel a bit more human. Waiting for it to heat up I decide to light one up, really hotbox the place. Relax me a bit. Ever since I was a...

She was sitting in the passenger seat, slightly turned toward me. Her legs spread and she was slowly working her clit, showing me everything. I had already told her she was not allowed to cum yet, but hearing her breathing I could tell she was getting close. Glancing sideways I snapped, “I said you’re not allowed to cum yet.” Even I could hear the anger rising in my voice, but all she did...

I was sitting in the car with my girlfriend and she was driving us to Banff. I’d never been there before and my excitement was boiling over. I kept looking over at her and squirming in my seat, all I could think about was that moment when she allowed me to taste her again. I knew I was going to be in trouble, but I wanted her so badly; so with one hand I undid her pants and slipped it inside. ...

We were driving to Banff, later than I wanted to, but I had a surprise waiting for her. As we head down the highway she out of nowhere reached over with one hand and undid my pants; inching them down a little before slipping inside them. I glanced over, "What are you doing?" "Shh, it's for earlier,” she purred, and then I felt her slip inside me. I looked towards her as my breath caught and...